Arabella Vanderbilt's cheeks were flushed from the kiss, and she glanced forward—the car's divider had already been raised.
But wasn't this just trying to deceive oneself? Wasn't it more obvious?
However, looking at Joel Russo's not-so-pleasant expression, she still braced herself and affectionately rubbed her face against Joel Russo's chin.
"Not jealous, huh?"
Joel Russo looked down at her ingratiating little look, squinted slightly, and gently touched her cheek with his fingers, his deep voice carrying a hint of tenderness and raspiness.
"You've already said that, if I were still jealous, wouldn't it seem like I'm being unreasonable, huh?"
"Hmm... that would give me a headache."
Joel Russo's dark eyes stared at her for a while, and seeing her still with that ingratiating and helpless expression, he felt a bit ruthless inside.
"Coquette, how come you attract so many people?"
